My Stormy Night

When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep
Dreamed of para- para- paradise...
Every time she closed her eyes...

When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
And the bullets catch in her teeth

Life goes on
It gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear, a waterfall
In the night, the stormy night
She closed her eyes
In the night, the stormy night
Away she'd fly.

So lying underneath those stormy skies.
She said oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
I know the sun must set to rise.

You might be wondering why I would want to copy paste lyrics to a whole song here. Well, ladies and gentlemen, this song, could not describe me better, and today my dears, is my stormy night.

Life goes on

It gets so heavy

The wheel breaks the butterfly

Every tear, a waterfall

In the night, the stormy night

She closed her eyes

In the night, the stormy night

Away she'd fly.

Only that, instead of closing my eyes and flying away, I can't seem to control the floodgates. Yes, you guessed right, a heart break. Really! You sigh, the same old problem. Is it your first heartbreak? you ask. No, it's not. Is it your last? Maybe?, I really hope so. I'm at work, I can't work up a single question on the damn questionnaire, and it has to go to the client for approval today. So I go to the washrooms and let it all out, but that only serves to make me sadder.

It’s over my dears, he’s gone. The man who’s brought so much joy in my life for () months, my sunshine, one who brought with him the new dawn, the man I would have sacrificed for. He’s left, and I didn't even put up a fight. You wonder why, maybe because I am that much a coward?! I can’t fight for a man if he was the only one left on this Earth. And so, I let a great man (yes he is) walk out of my life, great genes which could have made my wonderful bright babies. No, it’s not the first time I have assumed a walkover role, where someone passes by as if sent by the devil, a short stint in my life and off they are gone. But this, this was not just a walkover. And if you think I’m exaggerating, be reliably informed that were it not for the () months this man has been in my life, you would not be reading this blog. Well, that is because there would be no blog, I would still be seated somewhere, envisioning stuff, hoping to achieve and doing nothing about it. I've lost a wonderful catch, the only one of it’s kind, and I’m sorry (imaginary) ladies and gentlemen, but this relationship is worth mourning. Plus I can’t help much, the tears are kinda rolling and there’s nothing much I can do about it.